The type of treasure always changes, but the quest to hang onto the important things in life seems to spring from an early age. Right now, my bottom utensil drawer is "the treasure place." Things like blocks, ookie bear, and sippy cups are stored away until the melt-down moment when we must have it yet can't remember where it went occurs. At least, this is the toddler incarnation of this quest for hanging onto stuff. As we age it becomes movie ticket stubs, conversations that hurt or helped, or clippings of a life we no longer live, but are reluctant to renounce.
Some days I wonder if our quest for stuff is like God's quest for us. We might seem pretty useless or superfluous to the Almighty, but He keeps us in his treasure drawer. In times of spiritual dryness, it seems like we are the forgotten treasure, waiting to be taken out and greeted with a "HI!" But God doesn't forget us...he keeps us as his treasure.
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Hi, I found your blog by enjoying books by Dee Henderson.
I am so thankful that the Lord never forgets where we are and that as spacy as I can be He is always faithful and close by.
Always,
Holli
Thanks for the encouragement (and for reading my blog). Glancing at yours, I notice a couple of connections. I have several friends in and from Washington, and my husband has a great-aunt in San Antonio. Blessings on your journey.
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